loren
Turning to face Jigano, Loren held the notebook open easily in his hands. Staring at the bard with that same blank expression the healer usually wore, he listened to the white-haired man’s words without any sign of what the Launceleyn felt. However, again, all of Jigano's mental prodding would reveal that Loren's mind was almost entirely drained of emotion beyond exhaustion.
He glanced at the less than clean infirmary before looking back at the bard. "I found it like this when I was given my appointment. My best guess is no one maintained it for quite a while before I arrived." The healer tilted his head. "That's one." He stood there patiently.
He glanced at the less than clean infirmary before looking back at the bard. "I found it like this when I was given my appointment. My best guess is no one maintained it for quite a while before I arrived." The healer tilted his head. "That's one." He stood there patiently.
Never judge a book by its cover.
